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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54092	Penitential cries, in thirty--two hymns Begun by the author of the Songs of praise and Midnight cry; and carried on by another hand. Licensed Sept. 12th. 1693.	Mason, John, 1646?-1694.; Shepard, Thomas, 1665-1739. aut	1696 (1696)	Wing P1238A; ESTC R221421	15,749	52

Lord My God I once could sing But now I fear to say My God I only cry my King Of force I must obey I 've forfeited that blessed Guest That joy that sometimes shone Within this dark unhallowed breast O whither is it gone II. In infinite compassion Lord To my complaint give ear Whole troops of sorrow bear me down O when wilt thou appear Remember Lord what I am stil'd Tho' under darkness great Tho' under darkness still thy child My heart is still thy seat III. My King thou dost possess that Throne Thou dost that Seepter sway 'T is thine 't is purely thine alone I hate the sinners way Lord when thou seest me come to pray Bow down a gracious ear To answer me make no delay One darksome day 's a year IV. I know I am extreamly vile Lo here is room for Grace Look therefore on me with a smile A reconciled face I will no more my Lord provoke Or cause thee to withdraw Thy former frowns have made me wise To fear and stand in awe V. My restless Soul will ne'er give o'er Until thy Bowels move I 'll not be driven from thy door 'Till thou shalt say I love XXIV For the Success of the Gospel I. AMong the Jews let every Tribe Turn to their Ancient Lord All Glory to his Name ascribe With joy receive his word Let Jews and Gentile world agree Thy glorious Name to raise When they the path to Heaven see They come with Songs and Praise II. O that the Lord would conquer those That do resist his hand O cause that all thy Churches Foes May yield to thy Command Thy Churches Lord beyond the Seas Are graven on our Hearts Shower down thy Grace on them and these Let neither lose their parts III. Let those that seek thee not be found Whilst the despisers fall And those that hear the Gospel sound May answer to its call Thy Saints complain that they are few They make too mean a Quire Let converts fall like Morning Dew Thy Praise will rise the higher IV. In England give thy Gospel free From a devised dress And let thy goodness which do's shine In H * ne're be less Let those whom thou hast known of old Be quickly called home Even all thy Sheep within this Fold Compel them Lord to come V. Build up thine own who wait till thou Dost their corruptions kill Breathe on our Souls advance our Grace Lord higher higher still Our Pastor whom thou dost appoint To keep our Vineyard bless With saving Grace thy sweetest smiles And with a fair success VI. Of thy sweet presence grant us more Much more our Souls desire Untill we sing on Sions Hill With that Seraphick Quire XXV For a soft Heart I. THat Heart is Harder than a Stone That rises up to play And ne'er with sorrow thinks upon The Sins of Yesterday The last nights failures well might make If they were duly scann'd Each Rock each Sinners Heart to ake For Saints are daily tann'd II. Ah Lord dost thou not see my heart Alas how little Love I pray thee do not lose thy part Drop softness from above O keep it tender keep it soft That I may know to raise And quickly set the lowest string Unto a Tune of Praise III. Thy People do lament and cry Their Sins have made them groan Give me their frames then so shall I Lord rowl away this Stone If thou with-hold a little space With-hold not very long Send down the melting Dews of Grace I 'll send thee up a Song IV. Make my heart softer softer still Me like thy mourning Dove I mourn because I cannot mourn But Lord thou know'st I love Make my heart softer softer still That by thy gracious hand A deep impression may be made Even from the least Command XXVI Against Vnbelief I. A Soul that 's burden'd with the weight Of Sin that on him lies Must go to Golgotha then ask For whom that Saviour dies Surely for Sinners such as I That precious Blood was spilt Come poor defiled Souls O come And wash away your guilt II. Christs calls arise and do not fear Tho thou wast Satan's Slave Let this thy drooping spirit cheer His errant was to save Christ did appear to Magdalen When Blinded with her tears To lead on others to believe And cast away their fears III. My Sins are grown so high that they Deserve a second flood Behold the Deluge Christ is come To drown them in his blood My work is to believe on him By Faith his Blood apply When Faith takes out the fiery sting That Sinners shall not die IV. Lord give me this believing heart Advance it more and more Rebuke these doubts and scruples that Are crowding at my door Lord Satan says my Sins are high And spread before thy face Vast heighths indeed but what are these Unto the heighths of Grace XXVII For Vniversal Obedience I. LORD thou hast planted me a Vine In fertile soil and air Now tend and water me as thine Make me thy daily care My Christ I 'm wholly thine direct Me wandering in the dark O may my constant aims be strait Thine honour be my mark II. I have observ'd thy sacred Laws To be exceeding wide Let me not from the least of them Turn willfully aside Lord let thy Word and Spirit guide Thy Servant in thy way May I walk closely with my God And run no more astray III. Shall Simon bear thy Cross alone And other Saints be free Each Saint of thine shall find his own And there is one for me When e're it falls unto my lot Let it not drive me from My God let me be ne'er forgot 'Till thou hast lov'd me home IV. O happy Christians be not loth To have a coarser fear Saints that have had no Table cloth Had Christ at dinner there To do or suffer I am pleas'd So long as Christ stands by Support me with thy constant aid Lest all thy Graces die V. The way is to the upright strength Lord make it so to me That never tiring with the length My Soul may reach to thee XXVIII The Sinners Cry for Quickning Grace I. THE Spouse sought her beloved one But sought him on her Bed Seldom such seekers speed with God Cold Pray'rs are counted dead How many Duties do I spoil How many Sins do I Contract by this my drowsy frame Forgetting Christ is by II. Thy Saints enjoy a lively Frame Run cheerfully to God Their Heav'nly praises shew the same Whilst I 'm a lifeless clod Ah Lord shall it be ever thus Have I no wings for thee It grieves me to go bowed down Whilst other Christians flee III. None can remedy this but thou Drop down the Oil of Love My Soul then like Aminadab With swift delight will move O come to me with quick'ning Grace Remove this drowsie frame Then shall the fire of Love within Brake out into a flame IV. Come come to me O come and set My Soul upon the Wing When I

Lord of my Soul return return To chase away this Night Let not thine anger ever burn God once was my delight XVII The Conflict I. O What a War is in my Soul Which fain would be devout I am most weary with the Fight But may not yet give out The Flesh and Spirit both contend For this weak Soul of mine That ost I know not what to do But Lord I would be thine II. I would believe but unbelief Prevails the other way And I have constant cause of grief A longer night than day I cry to God those Cries declare Whose part my Soul do's take Accepts my poor desires whilst I Do this resistance make III. My Evidences should be clear But ah the blots of Sin Turn chearing hope to sadning fear And make black doubts within The Laws of Sin and Grace will jar Both dwelling in one room The Saints expect perpetual War Till ye are sent for home IV. Altho' these Combats make you fear They should not cast you down God will give Grace to hold out here And Glory for its Crown XVIII The Back-sliders Return I. THO' I am fallen from my God I 'll venture to draw nigh His Word assures me he would not Have any Sinner die Sinners may hope to see God's Face Tho' fallen ne'er so low If they go to the Throne of Grace And weeping as they go II. Who shames himself before him there His Sin shall be forgot If Sinners blush when they confess That blushing hides their spot Ah Lord I am asham'd to come Asham'd with thee to meet I dare not look but down I fall At thy most blessed Feet III. Did ever any thus before Thus basely wrong thy Grace Sure I'm more vile than any one Of wretch Adam's Race Here comes a Prodigal Lord hear And answer at his Call I beg for Jesus sake that thou Remember not my Fall IV. Nothing I plead on my behalf But yet thou knowest well Bright Saints in Heav'n were once black Brands Snatcht from a burning Hell The Blood of Bulls thou askest not A Penitential groan Shall be accepted this I bring And offer at thy Throne XIX The Sinner's Morning Prayer as the 100 Psalm I. GOd who once more unseal'd mine eyes Shall have my choicest Sacrifice My highest thanks I humbly pay For Mercies running night and day II. O Lord thy Pardon I implore And Grace that I offend no more O let thy goodness never cease Renew thy Covenant of Peace III. As thou renewest still my days With new endearments crown my ways Father with me this day abide Be thou my leader and my guide IV. That I may plainly see and know The very Path where I should go And may at night rejoycing say My God was kind to me this day V. Those Graces that I want supply And keep me with a tender Eye Let my corruptions more and more Lose of the ground they had before VI. By Faith dear Saviour I would live And like the fruitful Lily thrive The fruitful Christian honours God And shews his Pastures to be good VII Give me my claim to Heaven clear Thy constant Grace to persevere Whilst here on Earth be thou my Guard And at the last my great Reward XX. The Sinner's Evening Prayer as the 100 Psalm I. O Lord behold a wretched one That flings himself before thy Throne By practice sinful and by birth Lord viler viler than the Earth II. O let thy Christ my Jesus be To save from Sin and misery My Soul beneath thy feet I lay Intreating Pardon for this day III. God made his World and brought me in And I brought mine my World of Sin Behold those sins not as a Spy To mark or as a Judge to try IV. But as Physician to the Poor Who brings a Balsam for the Sore Absolve renew me by thy Grace Fit me for Death which comes apace V. Encircle me within thine Arm My Body to defend from harm Preserve my wandering Soul from Sin Both going out and coming in VI. Keep far from me a careless heart From which my Saviour would depart O bless and prosper all my ways That they may issue in thy Praise XXI Cry for Improvement of Talents I. I Am a Tree that God hath set Which he expects should grow We must allow that Hand to reap Which was at cost to sow II. If thou expectest from my Flock Or from my Tillage Bread Then help me to improve my Stock Let not thy Grace lie dead II. Those Talents that the Masters send The Servants must improve Thine Aid O my great Master send To help me from above Since thou didst buy me when a Slave Shall I not now be true I 'll use the power that I have Dear Saints for God and you III. With Riches give a liberal Heart That so I may restore Again and pay thy Tythes unto Thy Deputy the Poor That honour thou dost shine on me Shall honour thee always My lesser Talents joyn to pay Their Tribute to thy Praise IV. Whate'er is mine it first was thine And thine shall ever be All my Enjoyments shall combine To raise and honour thee My parts my time my every thing Are wholly thine I own Accept the Musick from each string Presented at thy Throne XXII A Cry before the Sacrament I. TO day the Lord of Hosts invites Unto a costly Feast O what a privilege is this To be th' Almighties Guest II. I am invited I must go Lord help me to prepare That so I may be welcome and Partake of Childrens fare III. All they that sit down with him must Be decked with his Grace He smiles on such Communicants And they behold his Face IV. But who and what am I O Lord Unholy and unmeet To come within thy doors or to Wash thy Disciples Feet V. Come holy Spirit come and take My filthy garments hence The guilt the stain the love of Sin Will give my Lord offence VI. Remember not my sins O Lord Which ever load my mind Thy Son did die for such as I That I might Mercy find VII Worldly distractions stay behind Below the Mount abide Be no disturbance to my mind Nor make my Saviour chide VIII Let nothing that is not Divine Within thy presence move What e're would cause thee not to shine In tokens of thy love IX Whilst thou dost at thy Table sit Send out thy Spirit to breathe Upon my Soul to summon forth My Graces from beneath X. Awake Repentance Faith and Love Awake O every Grace Come come attend this glorious King And bow before his Face XI O come my Lord the time draws nigh That I am to receive Stand with my Pardon sealed by Perswade me to believe XII Let not my Jesus now be strange Nor hide himself from me O cause thy Face to shine upon The Soul that longs for thee XIII O let our entertainment now Be so exceeding sweet That we may long to come again And at thy Table meet XXIII Under Desertion I. MY